The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Sikong Changfeng's situation has been fully controlled. The demonic energy in his body has been completely removed. Even the internal injuries caused by the evil internal force of the Shura King of the Sang family have all been repaired. Everyone feels incredible, except for Patriarch Sikong. See what's going on.

Everything also benefited from the longevity formula handed down from the ancestors. The ancestors of the Sikong family were members of the Wu clan, and they held part of the inheritance of the Wu clan in their hands. To restrain all evil spirits and evil spirits, of course, the opponent's Longevity Art must be high enough, otherwise the endangered Sikong Changfeng cannot be saved.

"Patriarch, who is that son? The appearance is the same as the second son, and the breath is the same as the ancestor..." A guard of Sikong's family couldn't help expressing his doubts.

Patriarch Sikong shook his head: "I don't know his origin either, I only know that he is the son-in-law of our Sikong family."

"Ah? Uncle?" The guard was shocked, "Does our Sikong family have such a young uncle?"

No wonder the guards were so surprised. It is true that Patriarch Sikong has no sisters, and he only has two sons, Sikong Changfeng and Sikong Yun, at his knees. The side branch has daughters from concubines, but they are all in their 30s and 40s. Whose son-in-law would be in his early twenties? What about young talents?

Patriarch Sikong didn't go any further, they are the ancestor's descendants, it's up to the ancestor to decide whether to announce their identities publicly or not.

Patriarch Sikong ordered: "Everything will be decided after the ancestor is out of the customs, so don't make rash comments."

The guard saluted: "Yes, this subordinate takes orders!"

However, after Yan Jiuchao treated Sikong Changfeng, he went back to the house alone, feeling ashamed and indignant, managed his emotions and expressions well, and went to Ying Shisan's house calmly.

Ying Liu had already woken up and returned to the house, and was standing in front of Ying Shisan's bed to wash Ying Shisan's face. Seeing Yan Jiuchao approaching, he hurriedly got up and bowed: "Young master."

Yan Jiuchao looked at the unconscious Ying Shisan, then at the stupefied Ying Liu, another memory that he couldn't bear to look at came straight to his mind.

"What? Thinking about your little boy again? You are already my king's woman, and you will never have the chance to see him again in your life! If you are sensible, just listen to this king's words, otherwise, this king will kill your two Men!"

"Which two men?"

"Those two are called Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen!"

Yan Jiuchao closed her eyes, her hands buried under her wide sleeves tightly clenched into fists.

Ying Liu called his young master, but there was no response, and seeing the young master's expression of forbearance, he blinked, realized something, and said hurriedly and seriously: "Young master... uh, no... king, forget private I should call you that now, the king pretended to be the young master of Yancheng so as not to reveal his identity as the ghost king in Mingdu! Please rest assured, Wang, Ying Shisan and I both remember it! We won’t call you wrong again!”

Yan Jiuchao wanted to die even more...

...

After using the formula of longevity to Ying Shisan to get rid of the evil spirit left in his veins by the master of the Sang family, Yan Jiuchao resisted the urge to hit the wall every minute, and walked back to his room silently. In the room, three little black eggs They woke up one by one, sitting on the bed like fat balls, rubbing their eyes and yawning.

"Daddy!" Erbao saw Yan Jiuchao, slid off the bed with his bare ass, and ran towards him.

Dabao and Xiaobao also ran over.

The three little guys raised their heads, opened a pair of dark eyes, and looked at him without blinking.

"Elder Yin, do you have a son?"

"If you go back to the king, I don't have it."

The corner of a ghost king's lips curled up: "This king has it."

Elder Yin, who was shot with an arrow in his heart: "..."

"Elder Mo, do you have a son?"

"If you go back to the king, I have two."

The corners of a ghost king's lips curved even further: "This king has three!"

Elder Mo, who was also shot in the heart: "..."

"King, king!" Elder Jin raised his hand with a smile, "I have five sons!"

A certain ghost king instantly sank his face: "...you are not an elder of the ghost clan! Drag it on!"

Elder Jin was dumbfounded: "Wang! Wang! What did I do wrong?!"

Yan Jiu twitched the corner of her mouth, and grabbed a rope in shame.

Er Bao asked, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

Yan Jiuchao: Hang yourself on the spot!

...

Yu Wan walked around the Chaoyang Palace and thoroughly investigated the situation last night. The Sang family really sent experts to Mingshan to assassinate. The Sang family dared to do this because they guessed the weakness of the ancestor and Yan Jiuchao I want to take advantage of the last chance on the night of the full moon to kill the ancestor and Yan Jiuchao.

There are not many people who know this weakness. Apart from the person concerned, there are only her and the Holy Maiden. The Holy Maiden is now imprisoned in the Dungeon of Mingshan, and has no way to communicate with the outside world, unless - the Holy Maiden has already leaked the news before she was imprisoned. .

As for who leaked it to, it goes without saying that it was Sikong Yun.

And Si Kongyun was "picked up" by Patriarch Sang again, with his idiot temper, wouldn't it be easy for Patriarch Sang to get his words out of his mouth?

"It's really a guy who has done more than succeed but failed. He was sold and paid for the money."

As for the fact that several Shura kings sensed the aura of the holy king and turned their heads to arrest the holy king, they were not noticed by the disciples of the Sikong family and the Chaoyang Palace. In their view, they were going to assassinate Yan Jiuchao, so Yu Wan I don't know that I almost became the prey of the Sang family.

When Yu Wan returned to the house, the three little guys had already put on their clothes, had breakfast, and ran off to play. Yan Jiuchao was sitting by the window with a cold and proud expression.

Yu Wan walked over with a half-smile, supported the back of his chair with one hand, and said narrowly, "Is it fun to be married three times, Young Master Yan?"

"It's not Ben..." Yan Jiuchao stopped in the middle of speaking.

"Ben what?" Yu Wan raised her eyebrows and looked at him, beckoning him to continue.

Yan Jiuchao snorted and turned her face away.

Yu Wan didn't miss this opportunity to play tricks on him, and leaned over hehehehe: "This young master or this son? Hmm?"

Yan Jiuchao looked at her face approaching him, his eyelashes trembled, and looked forward, solemnly and coldly without looking sideways, and said: "Bright day! Bright heaven and earth! How decent!"

Yu Wan snorted, squinted at him and said, "I don't know who made it up in broad daylight and asked me to make up a bridal chamber for him...and made it up several times..."

"Yu Awan!" Yan Jiuchao's ears turned red.

Yu Wan then said narrowly: "Take me to watch the sunrise... Said that I would never want to leave someone for half a step in my life..."

Yan Jiuchao held back desperately!

Yu Wan bent down, put her elbows on the table, and looked at him with her chin on her hands: "Yan Jiuchao, do you like me to death?"

Yan Jiuchao didn't look at her, and said solemnly: "That's the ghost king against Jiang Batian!"

Yu Wan curled her lips: "Duplicity."

Yan Jiuchao looked out the window and said expressionlessly: "This young master is not!"

"It's not good! It's not good! Something happened to the dungeon!"

When the young couple were bickering, a young disciple who was patrolling the dungeon walked over in a hurry.

The young couple gathered their thoughts in unison, and walked towards the door.

Patriarch Sikong also came out of Sikong Changfeng's room, the three of them glanced at each other, and all looked at the little disciple.

"What happened?" Patriarch Sikong asked.

The little disciple said: "The woman locked in the dungeon injured the brother and escaped!"

"Where did you escape? Is it the temple?" Yu Wan asked.

The little disciple shook his head: "No, she didn't go to the temple. The senior brother chased her for a while but failed to catch up, but the senior brother said that she seemed to be going in the direction of the Sang family."

"The Sang family?" Yu Wan frowned, "She is not stupid, and she knows how to go to the Sang family. With the sins she committed, the Sikong family and the holy palace can't tolerate her no matter what. Lan Sooner or later, the Sang family will abolish her and Lan Jiao, and now only the Sang family has the ability to protect her."

Patriarch Sikong's eyes turned cold and said: "I'll send someone to chase her!"

"No need."

It was Yan Jiuchao who spoke.

Patriarch Sikong and Yu Wan looked at him in puzzlement.

Yan Jiu looked in the direction of the Sang family and said, "Let her go."

...

The Sikong family didn't pursue the saint girl, so the saint girl arrived at the Sang family smoothly. She was covered in blood and didn't even have any decent clothes. The guards of the Sang family looked at her with disgust: "Where is the beggar from? Get away! "

The effect of Hua Gong Powder has expired, and the Holy Maiden's skill has recovered, this person speaks so rudely, she needs to teach her a lesson.

She raised her hand and knocked him away with one palm.

The guard fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His companion was stunned, and looked at the embarrassed woman in disbelief: "You... who are you? How dare you make a mistake in the Sang family?"

The saint said coldly: "Go and tell your Patriarch that the saint is here!"

"You? The saint?" The companion looked at her with contempt.

The saint mobilized her inner strength: "Do you want to slap me too?"

The companion felt a huge murderous aura, and was startled. He didn't dare to neglect any more, and went away with the wind on his feet.

About half an hour later, a man who looked like a butler came to the gate and took the saint to the front hall.

The head of the Sang family sat high and high on the main seat, and casually looked at the appearance of the saint: "You say you are a saint? What evidence do you have?"

The saint walked to the screen inlaid with the saint's stone, put her hand on the saint's stone, and saw that all the saint's stones on the screen were emitting a dark green light.

The most powerful saint in the history of the Lan family, the saint in green, Lan Ji!

Patriarch Sang narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are indeed a saint, but why do you have to disguise yourself as someone else?"

"It's none of your business." The saint said impatiently.

Patriarch Sang's eyes flashed a trace of coldness, but he said with a smile on his face: "I don't know if it's a saint, but Sang is far away."

As he spoke, he stood up, bowed his hands to the saint, and offered his seat to her, "Saint, please take a seat."

The saint said arrogantly: "I don't want to sit down anymore. Give me a yard, let someone prepare water, and find some clean clothes. I need to take a bath."

Patriarch Sang rubbed his chin and laughed: "It doesn't seem appropriate to do this... It's not that Sang is unwilling to entertain the saint, but..."

The saint raised her chin and interrupted him: "There is no need to say hypocritical words. I know that Sikong Yun is in the Sang family, and I also know that you and the Sikong family have completely torn apart. You must have caused the disturbance in Mingshan last night. It didn't work." Right? You are going to deal with the Sikong family, and I am the same, we have a common enemy, how about joining hands?"

Patriarch Sang said cunningly: "You are just a lost dog now, what can you do for us?"

The holy girl's eyes turned cold, and she said seriously: "You want to replace the Sikong family as the royal family of Hades, without the approval of the temple, even if you win, it will be unfair!"

Patriarch Sang lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment: "Okay, I promise you to join hands with you."

The saint turned around and walked out of the flower hall.

"Take it." Patriarch Sang threw a small medicine bottle to her.

"What is this?" The saint took the medicine bottle and turned around to ask.

Patriarch Sang said lightly: "It's a elixir that can enhance the power of your blood. I don't want my ally to be just a mere green-clothed saint."

Mere? Does this person know how valuable the green-clothed saint is? The Lan family has been passed down for many years, and she is the most powerful saint!

"Don't think that I don't know that your Lan family has a holy king." He was near Mingshan last night, and he also sensed the breath of the holy king.

The saint squeezed her fingers tightly, restraining her jealousy and said, "So what? Do you think the Holy King can be used by you?"

Patriarch Sang smiled lightly: "So you can't be too bad, don't lose too much to the Holy King."

"Hmph!" The saint rolled her eyes angrily, and walked away with the pill.

The elixir of the Sang family really had a miraculous effect. That night, the holy maiden felt that her blood had changed. The holy maiden stone changed from green to blue, and from green to blue. At dawn, it emitted a few faint purple lights.

The saint sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at her hands in disbelief: "I... am I the saint in purple?"

She is the purple-clothed saint with the purest blood!

She is a purple saint!

The saint was overjoyed, she didn't notice that the maid who was guarding the door left quietly.

The maid came to Patriarch Sang's house, saluted respectfully, and said, "Patriarch."

"What's the matter?" Patriarch Sang asked.

"Junior purple-clothed saint," said the maid.

Patriarch Sang hooked the corners of his lips meaningfully: "To be able to really touch the barrier of the purple-clothed saintess is indeed a bloodline that is rare in a thousand years...bring people here."

"Yes!" The maid led the order back to the Saintess' courtyard, and reported outside the door, "Your Highness, the Patriarch is here to invite you."

The bloodline of the saint has undergone earth-shaking changes. This is simply impossible, but after thinking about it, the impossible has happened. That girl can conceive the saint king, so why is it so strange for her to become a purple-clothed saint? of?

"The Holy King is not yet a good figure. With my current strength, a single coercion can kill him!" The saint was immersed in great joy, and even had a good face towards the Sang Patriarch who helped her turn around. Hearing that he wanted to see her, she went without saying a word.

"Patriarch Sang." She greeted with a smile.

Patriarch Sang looked her up and down, and smiled with satisfaction: "I haven't seen you for a night, and the saint's skill seems to have improved again."

The saint smiled and nodded: "As the power of the bloodline increases, the skill will naturally increase."

Not only did her skills improve, but her breath became much more rosy. She had never felt so energetic before.

"Is the saint hungry? Can I have something to eat?" Patriarch Sang asked with concern.

Look, look, her realm has improved, and this old thing's attitude towards her is quite different from yesterday. The saint Yun said casually: "I'm not hungry. Master Sang came to me to talk to me about the destruction of the Ming Dynasty." Is it Shan and Sikong's plan?"

Patriarch Sang smiled: "It's not urgent, I want to take the saint to a place first."

"Oh?" The saint elongated her tone.

The head of the Sang family looked at her and said: "It is the forbidden area of ​​our Sang family. Except for me and the experts in the forbidden area, no one else has been there, not even Yun'er."

The saint raised her eyebrows and said: "Master Sang is showing me your sincerity? Thank you for the elixir of the Sang family. I am now a saint in purple. Help the Sang family with all your might!"

Patriarch Sang took a look at her, then cupped his hands and made a bow: "Sang first thanked the saint."

The saint said arrogantly: "Didn't you want to take me to the forbidden area? What are you waiting for? Go to the forbidden area quickly, so I can go and kill the holy king!"

Patriarch Sang smiled: "Please."

The saint and the head of the Sang family entered the forbidden area of ​​the Sang family.

The Lan family and the Sikong family also have a forbidden area, but it is far less grand and mysterious than the Sang family. The two entered a cave at first, and the further they went, the narrower the passage and the darker the light. After walking for some time, they came to a dark place. Painted caves.

The cave was filled with a thick bloody smell, which was disgusting.

The saint covered her nose: "How long do you have to go?"

"Soon." Patriarch Sang said lightly.

The saint's stomach rolled violently, and the blood all over her body seemed to be agitated uncontrollably: "It's too bad. If you want to show me something, just take it out, I don't want to go in!"

"If you don't go in, how can you do it?" Patriarch Sang turned around and smiled sinisterly.

He held a luminous pearl in his hand, and the faint light of the luminous pearl shone on his face. His gloomy appearance was like a ghost in purgatory.

The saint's heart skipped a beat!

Patriarch Sang held her by the shoulder: "Do you know what's below?"

The saint looked down and realized that she was walking on a dark single-plank bridge. Under the bridge was a pool of sticky blood. It was so strange that the smell of blood was so heavy...

Patriarch Sang said grimly: "I originally planned to feed it with the holy king, but unfortunately I didn't catch it. It would be nice to have a purple-clothed saint."

The saint's face turned pale: "You!"

The saint slammed a palm and knocked Patriarch Sang away, and then she used lightness kung fu to fly away from the cave, but the moment she was about to fly out of the cave, a column of blood surged, engulfed her body, and knocked her out of the cave. dragged down the pool of blood—

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